Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: This is Part Two of my Letters to the Dead series. If you haven't read that, I suggest you do, just for a little background. Chapter 1 takes place the summer before Hogwarts, and the rest will take place throughout the year. Chapters will probably small and will consist of just the letters as we already know what happened in the books. I don't plan to change anything.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Something strange is happening. A few days ago, I received a letter in a fancy envelope that was addressed to me. That is strange by itself as I've never received post before, but it was addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. How is it possible they knew? Dudley saw me opening it and snatched it away and told his parents that I got a letter.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia have been acting strange since then. They kicked me and Dudley out of the kitchen. They never treat Dudley like that. It was honestly cool to see, but I couldn't appreciate it in the moment, because of what was happening. Later on that night, Uncle Vernon came to me in my cupboard and told me I was getting too big to sleep there and had me move up to Dudley's second bedroom. It's filled with his old toys and computers, but that's okay. The room is the smallest one in the house but it's an actual bedroom.
The letter kept coming. Each day there were more and more. They even came on Sunday when the post doesn't come. There had to have been hundreds of them coming out of every hole in the house, through the boarded-up post slot, windows, and even the fireplace. Uncle Vernon made sure I couldn't read one, but I did see that the address had changed to the smallest bedroom, not the cupboard. I don't know how they knew I moved upstairs.
Uncle Vernon's been acting mad since the letters started to come. After the post came on Sunday, he made us pack up and has been driving us all over Britian, but the letters kept coming wherever we went. Large bags full of them. We're currently staying in a hut on a small rocky island. I have to be careful, so they don't catch me writing to you.
I know it's risky, but it's almost my eleventh birthday, and I wanted to write to you. I know they won't remember. They never do. But I know that if you were here, my birthday would be amazing. I miss you. Love, Harry.
Dear Mum and Dad,
I know why strange things happen around me now and where the letters came from. I met Hagrid a few days ago and he told me I'm a wizard. Isn't that cool! He says I get to go to a boarding school called Hogwarts, where I'll get to learn magic. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia aren't happy about it, but I don't care. I'm going to be free of them for ten whole months a year. I don't think I'll have much of a problem with them from now on. They've been ignoring me since we got home and haven't made me do any chores or anything. I think they're scared of me now. Probably because Hagrid gave Dudley a pig tail because he was eating the cake Hagrid baked for me for my birthday. It's the first time that I can remember ever getting a cake or presents.
Hagrid took me to Diagon Alley to get all my school supplies, and he got me an owl for my birthday too. She's pure white and seems to like me enough to let me pet her. Aunt Petunia looked horrified when she saw her but didn't comment. I named her Hedwig, which I found in one of my new schoolbooks.
The wand maker was a little weird. Hagrid told me how you really died. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon always told me you died in a car crash. Now I know that was a lie. I know you died to save me, and I know who did it. Olivander says that the core of my wand is a phoenix feather, and that phoenix gave only two feathers. Two wands, one went to me and the other went to Voldemort. I don't know why my wand choose me, when its brother killed you and nearly killed me. But it did and Olivander was a bit weird about it.
I've been practicing with my new quill, and even got a journal to write my letters to you in. Hagrid let me get color changing ink too, which is . I can't wait for you to see this letter. Writing with the quill is strange but kinda cool. Took me a few attempts to get it right and I'm still a little sloppy with it, but I'm getting the hang of it. I reckon by the time I go to Hogwarts, my penmanship will be just as good as using muggle writing utensils. Muggle is such a funny word for non-magical folks.
It's strange opening my books and finding whole chapters written about us. People know more about me and my past than I do thanks to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. The only time they even talked about you was to bad mouth you. I didn't believe any of it, but it still hurt to hear.
I have to stay here for a few more weeks and then I'll finally have my freedom. Maybe I'll be able to make some real friends without Dudley being there. I'm excited for Hogwarts. I just know it's going to be amazing. Wish you were here. Love Harry.
